Went through several more of the boxes sitting in my crawlspace, threw it more stuff, came across more forgotten treasure:
For lunch today -
Alex got back to me today and provided some excellent feedback. I started work on implementing the notes on both scripts with an aim to putting out the next draft of each tomorrow. Meanwhile, have almost completed my preliminary pass on those character breakdowns.
Headed downtown to get my new passport picture taken, exchanged emails about possible Toronto accommodations and car, agreed to head back into the office tomorrow afternoon for the Day 2 mix of The Hunt (and a final office cleaning), took the dogs out for a run (or in Maximus’s case, a leisurely stroll – or, in Jelly’s case, a staggered walk and stand about, eyeing the yappy black lab across the street). It was a sunny day in Vancouver, and the dogs in particular enjoy sunny days. Lulu just parked herself in front of the living room window and watched the world go by…
I finalized my Vegas dinner list. Guy Savoy is closed on Mondays, so it looks like I’ll have to wait until my next trip to check it out. Instead, on Monday, I’ll be dining at Scarpetta, a modern Italian restaurant by Chef Scott Conant. Yes, the same Scott Conant who made my list of The Top 10 Food T.V. Personalities That Kind of Get on My Nerves (January 10, 2011: The Top 10 Food T.V. Personalities That Kind of …). Well, his onscreen pesona may be annoying, but his menu looks all sorts of intriguing: puree of chestnut soup with oxtail and smoked robiola dumplings, cream polenta with a fricasee of truffled mushrooms, tartare of wagyu with cured egg, duck and foie gras ravioli, Amedei chocolate cake. So come March, will I be eating my words? Maybe. Will I be eating that Amedei chocolate cake? Definitely!
After dinner tonight, I got back to work on the script rewrites. I was halfway through the first script when I heard the front gate creak and clatter. I opened the door to find my friend Denise, decked out in an adorable chapeau, halfway down the stairs and almost home free, a bag of macarons she had dropped off hanging off my door. Sneaky, but not quite sneaky enough. It’s tough to execute a stealthy drop-off when you have to contend with a stubborn gate. I took some time off to sit out on the front steps with her and chat, then she resumed her evening walk and I headed back inside to resume work on the scripts.
I’ve completed my first pass. I’ll go over them one more time tomorrow, then send them off.
Back in the office tomorrow.
And we’ve got to start putting together that writers’ room. Mid-March is coming up fast!